‘Art Market’ with Jersey Arts Trust, May 2015

Art Market Street Wisdom in Jersey


Jersey’s first Street Wisdom was also the first one we know of anywhere in the world where all the participants were artists thanks to the Jersey Arts Trust who hosted the event as part of the Skipton Arts Series

Most people associate Jersey with bankers and potatoes. But the arts are increasingly prominent. And the artists are clearly plucky, turning up to Street Wisdom despite threats of torrential rain. There were painters, ceramicists, designers, musicians – even a fire artist. The hub of the event was the beautiful, bustling and – thankfully covered – market. We did out tune-ups under the eyes of the increasingly curious stall holders. And the quests ended at the very welcoming CCA Galleries International surrounded by diamond-dusted prints by Damian Hurst. It was a great place to reflect on the day’s experiences and hear extraordinary stories like Susan’s here –


New Taste for Life

Susan is an artist who has just completed a bout of chemo therapy which has been medically successful but affected her taste an interest in food. So the impact of Street Wisdom took her by surprise.

I wandered into an Italian deli I used to love. Nothing particularly grabbed me until I looked up and saw all these parma hams hanging there. I was fascinated by these and I was thinking about some drawings I made of parma hams a few years back when suddenly the smell from the spice shop hits me. It was a smell like ayurvedic tea. Soothing. It made me feel ‘mmmm’. It drew me to the shop and I went in. I inhaled the coriander and cumin. Sprayed myself with some lavender. Then the owner and I started swapping favourite smells. She told me about Les Landes (on the North West Coast on the island) where she lived as a child and how much she loved Gorse. I said yellow is such a wonderful cheerful colour. She wasn’t trying to sell me anything, just enjoying the dialogue. At the end she said ‘please come back any time’. And I will. This experience has reawakened my taste buds and interest in cooking and food again.

2 thoughts on “‘Art Market’ with Jersey Arts Trust, May 2015

  1. My 45minute walk.
    My question
    How to progress with joy?

    I.d seen the ‘Next’ sign through the market gate and knew that was my first clue.
    As I headed towards it I spilt my coffee outside a shop window and saw a sign in the window saying ‘hello beautiful ‘, which made me smile. On the right track then.
    The Next shop window was full of old photos of St. Helier which really took my attention and quite disturbed me, so I thought the past was a place I should be looking at. I turned around and there was a pub I remembered being very old when we had lived nearby, so I entered it to see if there were signs of its past. I took photos, chatted to people, when it came to me that my ancestors had run a pub near the back of the Pomme D’Or hotel , and that it was likely that is where I should be looking. The no. 8 on the red door of this pub seemed like a good clue too.
    I headed across town aiming to take a short cut through the town Church.
    In the church yard I noticed some lovely shaped stones gleaming in the rain, and was quite taken with them, looking at the dates on them.then I came to the gate leading me to the street where my ancestors pub was, but noticed this sign saying ‘STOP’. I stopped irked. I could not pretend not to have seen the sign but needed to go through that gate. What to do I wondered . I really felt quite irritated, but on reflection decided that I must acknowledge the sign. I turned right in the church yard and walked to a dead end. Nothing there. Back at the gate I wondered what to do.
    I turned back. Facing the church. Could I be meant to go in the church ? It looked closed.
    I went to the door which did open and entered the foyer thinking there might be some interesting leaflets with messages. There was someone cleaning there so I sat down to look at the leaflets on the table.
    The cleaner stopped cleaning, and we got chatting, and chatting and chatting. It turned out he was from Uganda. A student of theology. We discussed many religions, or rather , he told me about many religions he had studied, and that he believed in the teachings of Jesus Christ .
    He asked me what I believed in.
    I replied ‘Love, as it is the highest frequency.’
    After much further discussion, we came to the conclusion that we agreed that ‘ love’
    Was the answer.
    I left, this lovely man, and walked back through the church yard, feeling somewhat shaken by this fascinating encounter.
    On the building opposite was a big sign. ‘ Omega’.
    So, progress with love ?

    June Gould Baker.

    • June, it was wonderful to hear this story again. Amazing you can learn when you really listen… Love your work with the neolithic site, by the way. Oh, if those clay figures could talk, what wisdom would they tell us?

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